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in New Jersey."
    His gaze flicked to Laine. "We can link O'Hara to Myers, the gem merchant. But neither O'Hara's nor Young's history runs to violent crimes, or any sort of armed offense. Can't say the same for Crew-though he's never been convicted of murder, he's suspected of a few. He's smooth, and smart. Smart enough to know these stones are hot, hot enough to wait until they've cooled off some before trying to liquidate them or transport them out of the country. It could be somebody got greedy or impatient."
    "If this is Alex Crew, and he's trying to get to the stones or my father through me, he's doomed to disappointment."
    "That doesn't mean he's going to stop trying," Max pointed out. "If so, he's been in the area, and may still be in the area. He copped my wallet, so he knows who I am and why I'm here."
    Absently, Max fingered the bandage on his temple. "He'll have to think about that for a while.
    I've got copies of photographs. He likes to play with faces, change his looks, but if he's been around town, maybe one of you will recognize him."
    "I'll want copies for my men," Vince put in. "Cooperating with the New York authorities on a suspect believed to be in the vicinity. I'll keep Laine out of it as long as I can."
    "Good enough."
    "Thanks, Vince. Thank you." Laine lifted her hands, let them fall.
    "Did you think we were going to be mad at you?" Jenny asked her. "Did you think this was going to affect our friendship?"
    "Yes, I did."
    "That's a little bit insulting, but I'm cutting you a break because you look really tired. What about him?" She jerked her chin up toward Max. "Are you forgiving him?"
    "I guess I have to, considering the circumstances."
    "All right, I'll forgive him, too. God, I just realized, I've been too preoccupied with all this to eat.
    Just let me make up for that." She took a slice of cake, bit in, then spoke around it. "I think you should come stay with Vince and me until this is all cleared up."
    "I love you, Jenny." Because she felt the tears threaten again, she rose so she could turn her back and get them under control under the guise of getting more coffee. "And I appreciate the offer, but I need to be here, and I'll be fine. Max will be staying with me."
    She turned back just in time to see the surprise wing over his face. She only smiled as she brought the pot over to top off cups. "Isn't that right, Max?"
    "Yeah. Sure. I'll look out for her," he told Jenny.
    "Since you're the one with the mild concussion, why don't we just leave it that you'll be staying here. I need to go up and change for work. I have to open the shop."
    "What you need to do," Jenny disagreed, "is go upstairs and crawl into bed for a few hours. You can keep the shop closed one day."
    "I think the cops-public and private-would both say I need to keep it business as usual."
    "You do that. We'll be keeping a close eye on the shop and your house until we run this all down.
    I want those pictures," Vince said to Max.
    "I'll bring them by."
    Laine walked them to the door.
    "I'm going to have tons of questions. We need to have a girls' night," Jenny decided, "so I can pump you. Did you ever do that shell thing? You know, the switcheroo?"
    "Jenny." Vince cast his eyes at the sky.
    "Well, I want to know, for God's sake. Tell me later. How about the one with the three cards?"
    she called out as Vince pulled her toward the car. "Later, but I want specific details."
    "She's something." Max watched Vince load his wife into the car.
    "Yeah, she's something else again. She's the luckiest thing that ever happened to me." She waited until the car was out of sight before she closed the door. "Well, that went better than I deserved."
    "You're doing better at forgiving me than you are at forgiving yourself."
    "You were doing a job. I respect the work ethic." She gave a little shrug, turned toward the stairs.
    "I need to pull myself together and get into town."
    "Laine? I figured we were going to go a few rounds when I told you I was going to stay out here.
    Instead, you tell me I'm staying out here. Why is that?"
    She leaned against the railing. "There are a few reasons. First, I'm not a sniveling coward, but I'm not brainless and brave. I have no intention of staying out here alone, so far from town, when someone who wishes me no good may come back. I'm not risking myself or my dog over someone else's rocks."
    "Sensible."
    "So, I get me a big-city PI who I assume, despite current evidence, can handle himself."
    He scowled at